"Sure, Miss Aemilia. I didn' mean... Uh, I don't think ye... I, the rum's 'fectin' me too. I better head below." He stands, offering you a hand, leans forward, leans back, looks around, can't quite meet your eyes, then heads below decks. "G'night."
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Jack pauses uncertainly, then slides a hand down to Aemilia's breast.
"Shivikah? Nah, she usually avoids Scourge. Besides, she's got no reason ta dislike ye. Ye only jus' got here. Why, she probably wants ta be friends. Like me. Y'see, on a pirate ship, it’s not what ye know but who ye know that helps you get by. Friends help each other out, enemies cause trouble — on a crowded pirate ship, this's essential fer basic survival. An' I don' mind help'n you out, Miss Aemilia." Jack puts his arm protectively around Aemilia. |